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::INSIGHT::

What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.

smell of him; you know you do,” She stood still as he touched her neck

again. She opened her mouth to nip flesh & closed it on cold steel. She

pranced & squirmed. He pulled her head down gently. “I will not hurt you, little one, and when I’m on your back, I will be your lover man.” He

buckled the throat latch, tossed one rein over her neck, & walked away.

He stood with his hands on his hips, joking with the me on the rails.

One said, “Hey, I got four bits says she’ll toss your red ass in the dirt.”

Johnny smiled & said, “I don’t want to take your money, kid--but do

you wanna warm her up for me? He turned back toward his dancing

partner, carrying a worn Mexican blanket. “Do you see this blanket, horse? It smells like your brothers & sisters--and what a nice blanket
it is, pretty yet harmless. Would it not look lovely on your back? Sure, sure it would.”He placed the blanket on her back in one deft movement.
“That’s it, you’ll get used to it. The saddle is next, then me. What fun. We will leap for joy, eh?”

not let three or four of us hold this stupid hammerhead, then use a spade

bit like everybody else does--strap on some spurs, toss your gear on this

devil cunt & get to breaking her?” Johnny stared at the mound of flesh on the fence, like three hundred pounds of bacon fat draped over the
rails. “Because, I like horses, Graff. None of them that I break ever go wild again, & I allow them to keep their spirit, dignity & courage.” Graff spat a thick wad of brown tobacco juice near Johnny’s
feet, who said, “You know, you’re lucky you got me today. I wanted to go fishing; but hey, I’m out of whiskey, & I need a woman. That takes dinero.” He picked up a creaky thin saddle & moved toward the
quivering mare. “Look at this, Conchitta. I know you don’t like saddles, or riders either--but don’t be silly. You are a horse. I am a man. I will ride you.” She shuffled nervously. He put the saddle under her nose. “Come on, it smells alright, it’s just an old saddle. Now could that hurt you? Hell no. See, what a silly horse you’ve been.” He placed the busting saddle on her
back, & quickly cinched it up. “Now, pretty lady--you’re all set, huh? You got everything except for a rider. Hey, I’ve got an idea, why don’t I climb aboard & we can dance around a little bit?”
He got a good grip on the reins & saddle horn, stuck his left foot in
the stirrup, & smoothly stepped up into a standing position. The saddle
creaked & the mare snorted as he passed his right leg over her back
& rammed his boot into the right stirrup. Immediately, Johnny felt the
tension gathering between his legs. “Well, horse--it’s a nice day, isn’t it?”

Thirty-Nine: Fury-- Someone threw a rock, & it hit the horse on its haunch. She exploded under him, bucking violently, but the Eagle
stayed on her. She became crazed; suddenly her hooves went out from
under her, and she toppled over onto her left side. Johnny, miraculously,
got his legs clear & was tumbling away from her as she screamed
with rage, kicking air, bucking, snorting, & colliding with corral poles,
dumping several cowpokes over backward. Johnny fumed, “Who threwthat god damn rock?” A tall unshaven wrangler next to Graff asked, “Why, hell, what rock do you mean, breed?” The Eagle said, “What the fuck did you just say?” “What damn rock are you...” Johnny’s fist collided with
the poke’s chin, & he was knocked off the fence, falling onto some
of the men. Like a puma, Johnny scrambled up & over the fence,
nearly dislodging the fat man. The puncher struggled to get up onto his
knees. The Eagle landed full on his chest, nearly bursting his lungs. The
Indian bounced to his feet. The ruffian groaned as he gasped for air. He
pushed himself painfully up onto one arm, but Johnny kicked the arm
down, saying, “Miserable borracho coward!” He kicked him again, in the
ribs, the throat, the groin, & the small of his back--splitting muscle
& breaking bones. Johnny lifted his bloody head, & pulled

back his clenched fist. “I wouldn’t do that, Johnny.” The Indian whirled

around to face the barrel of the sheriff’s pump shotgun. Joe Hop said,

Forty--Impasse-- Johnny snapped, “OK, tin star, so not today--but on some other day, I think this one needs killing.” The Sheriff said, “Yeah, maybe. But not here, not today.” Johnny pointed at angry finger toward
the flush-faced foreman. “Graff owes me money.” Graff sputtered, “Like hell, that horse ain’t broke yet--she’s still full of the devil. You lazy red-butt sombitch, if you climb back over this fence & finish the job, then I’ll pay you. Otherwise you don’t get shit.” Johnny calmly said, “We all know you have no honor, but hey, I think that you will pay me, & I will go to Pedro’s & enjoy some whiskey.” Graff croaked, “You get nothing, Injun. I won’t pay you a damn dime.”

Johnny, “If you don’t, I will slice off your nickel cock & feed it to the stray dogs.” Graff turned to the Sheriff, “Do you hear this half-breed bullshit? This grease ball has threatened me right in front of you!” The
Sheriff stared at him, finally responding with, “Then pay him only half of what you owe him & this incident is quits.” During an awkward
silence, Graff began sweating noticeably. He reached into the large pocket
on his vest & pulled out three silver dollars, & tossed them
into the dust. Johnny just stared at the foreman. “Well, pick up your fucking money, breed.” The Eagle stood tall & held out his right hand,
palm up. Hop said, “What are you, Graff, ten years old? Pick that silver up & give it to Johnny, or I’m going to run your ass in.” Graff spat,
“Arrest me for what?” The Sheriff said, “For making a jackass out of yourself, & for pissing me off.” After a moment, Graff said,
“Mr. Bronson ain’t gonna like this.” A bystander said, “Fuck me. Christ, what a dumb assed thing to get upset over.” He was a big man in a
buckskin shirt & a flat black hat. He bent over & swooped up
the silver.

Such good description and dialogue. Clever use of "foreplay" in reference to breaking the mare. I like to listen to books on CD while driving and right now I'm in the middle of "The Streets of Laredo." Your characters would fit right in.

Thank you for more catch-up, I'll know the whole story finally before the ending. I always enjoy these pieces. This quote especially stayed with me, '“Because, I like horses, Graff. None of them that I break ever go wild again, & I allow them to keep their spirit, dignity & courage.” '

Like others, this part of the cinemagenic put me in mind of the way we tame our inner wildness as well. The writing in this feels inevitable, landing on the page fully formed. I could see the film i my mind. I vote for casting Adam Beach.

Excellent write. When I was a kid I would read western fiction and watch every film that I could. Not with John Wayne in though as he had the capacity to irritate me. Of the fiction I read - naught was better than what you have written above. So wonderfully descriptive.Anna :o]

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